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me high I call it heaven sent
Ain’t a day that don’t go by I don’t see Benjamin
I shine bright throughout my city, Thomas Edison
I can tell that you

lunch
Still hungry my pockets is stuffed
Im havin checks by the boatload
Can't go out sad bout broke hoe
Lil pornstar bitch like to suck dick n take

Summer Days in Bloom

Maximilian Hecker

Lady Sleep

2005

liquid lunch will not stop my punch-
Drunk quality to doze while I run
It is thirty-nine degrees in my mind
It's thirty thousand miles more to go
Cause

and Ivory Wayans

[Chorus]
I'm just a pimp, mane, tryin to stack some Francs
So I can have French maids pedicure my bunions
Oh, you ain't knowin, what is you,

Thug Like Me

Wyclef Jean

Masquerade

2002

never heard em quite like this
You gon' find yourself livin' all by yourself
Who woulda ever thought wit a stranger she would share her wealth
Now

that I may not be the best person to give advice
As you have witnessed multiple kitchen sink-throwing crime
But oh how I wish I had an uncle Thomas

of things
That you don't wanna do
Can't even grab my phone
Oh mom why can't you
Call the bank for me
Or maybe the doctor
I wanna eat ice cream for lunch and I

Awkward Age

Joe Jackson

Afterlife

2004

thought by now a few things might clarify
I got a mind that goes out to lunch for days
And a body that sometimes disobeys
I get into the parties but I

I'm shutting my mouth
But I'll never despise you
I just don't like you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

We pour our souls out about

American Girl

LL Cool J

Exit 13

2008

Go ahead and shake whatcha mama gave ya

Oh, oh, say can you see
By the dawns early light
Party with me every night
Let down your hands, alright

I remember Monday
Rising up to pack his lunch
We kissed goodbye saying
What a foolish girl was I
Saying, what a fool was she
Near the store

Wall to Wall

Busta Rhymes

F.I.L.A

2015

to walk

Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,

Wall To Wall

Busta Rhymes

Fly International Luxurious Art

2015

to walk

Clear view, dark tints
Hustle by the park bench
White top, blue tops
Niggas I don't call friends
('Til they called it love)
Called my niggas,

big backwood, on my break say fuck the lunch, ayy
Said he want a sack, I'm like, how much
Oh, you want a QP in the bag, oh, that's what's up, ayy
Shop

to say good-bye —
Oh, my love, on the rocks before my eyes!

Written, Arranged and Produced by Thom Kurtz. Co-produced by Tim Dolbear. ISRC: QZESK1800037

Yeah
I’m deadly
Like a Mac truck
Hitting the back of
A black Chevy

Yeah 
I’m deadly

The machete
In the hands of Thomas Vercetti 

Yeah I’m deadly

Chair until lunch time
With only a cup of coffee at eleven
Is that really all it is? Biggles: Yes, lord
Ximinez: I see i suppose we make it worse
By

in 1776.
But I never heard the topic said there, tank tops and chest hair
too enthralled by the rockets' red glare.

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh,
oh-oh

If I were a guitar
I'd like to be played by BB king
If I were a little dog
Rufus Thomas could walk me

Oh, but I'm a man
Who needs to be loved, baby

All Due Respect

Travis Barker

RTJ2 [LP]

2014

the earth, oh my
The beat get abused like I rock a wife beater
Drinker, fired by the company
Friday, late on the car note tryna do taxes
This my house it's

Do I Have to Say it Again?
Words and Melody by Mark Peace Thomas

When you look in my eyes (G)
What do you see? (D)
When I look in your eyes (G)
I

I read my article today
She said my life aren't bad but I	
Need something new to change my way
Oh no I was wrong and you were right
 
They don't want

Yo, it's Famous Chris
We about to do this Jingle Bells Remix
With my sis, Dianna Vu (What's up)
And Thomas Veli (Y'all ready for this?)
Let's do it

droppin' bombs
did you really think j. that you could robert trick me oppenheimer
just by memorizing names? gene ament
oh you're a spicey little number
pope